When a vampire commits himself to coffin all the senses collapse into submission and the dark bounderies of the world begin to stretch out in all directions. And in this state, in the lair where they slept i could've been a marching band or a jet engine taking off a tarmac, until Paris spun back round the sun. Louis made sure to cover every spot with the gasoline. The smooth surface of the coffins, their personalized little bar behind their caskets. The advantage was mine. Louis came to the last coffin in the room. The Covens only fledgling. They had been on good terms with Claudia. Louis tried to get rid of that thought. It didn't matter now. They all had it coming. The last drops of gasoline were spilled over the space, yet steps coming closer made him pause. He locked eyes with the fledgling. {{user}} was not in their coffin. Louis could see the realization dawning on their face, the blade on his back the canister in his hands, the biting smell in the air.